Imperial Overlord

Behind the bare branches, on the turret of a German Panther tank spitting special camouflage, stood a young figure.

Wittmann held the binoculars in both hands, watching the road winding to the end of his sight. There was a turn over there, and the view was blocked by thick branches.

Although the weather is cold now, the leaves have not yet grown. But the dense woods still have the effect of blocking the line of sight, which limits the fighting distance between the two sides to less than one kilometer.

The British finally gave up Rochester and began to break through in the direction of cutting off road connections to Germany. The unit of Wittmann, who had just been named the 501st Independent Tank Battalion, was ordered to enter here to intercept the British troops heading north.

"Head, what did you see?" Leaning on the turret, Homan asked lazily while yawning.

He himself was reluctant to come out, but the gunner wanted a ventilated hatch, so he could only climb out to bask in the sun.

There are only two hatches on the tank turret of the Panther tank. The commander uses one for himself, and the gunner and the loader share the other.

On the barrel of Wittmann's Panther tank, two thick lines and four thin lines are drawn in white.

The lines represent the 24 British tanks and armored vehicles he destroyed. Two thick lines represent tens and four thin lines represent single digits.

Now Wittmann is curious about one thing. He doesn't know how to record his own record if his gun barrel is covered with thick white lines.

But at this moment, it seems a bit too advanced to think about this issue, because Wittmann still has a long way to go before painting the barrel.

"I didn't see anything. This road is the only way for them to return to London. If they don't go here, they will go to Maidstone to try their luck..." Still holding the binoculars, Wittmann replied absentmindedly.

British infantry could retreat through paths, but armoured troops could not. They can only rely on road and field maneuvering because there is a lot of heavy equipment to carry.

The 501st Armored Battalion has only 15 tanks here, which is one company's strength. The rest of the troops were scattered elsewhere in order to intercept the British 2nd Armoured Division on the way to retreat.

In fact, the 2nd Armoured Division had no way out. They had to follow the road, under the care of German aircraft, and risked retreating towards London.

In the early morning of February 18, the birds in the woods were startled, and Wittmann knew that the target he had been waiting for had finally appeared.

Soon, a British Army M2 tank quickly turned the corner, followed by the second and third.

Immediately behind it was an M3lee tank, one after another that seemed to have no end at all.

"Prepare for battle!" Wittmann finally waited for the British armored force that was preparing to retreat to London.

He bent down and lifted his turret hatch, and the gunner Carl Wegener got into the turret, and Homan followed him.

"Armor-piercing projectiles ready! The target is a large number of British tanks!" Watching Homan drill into the tank turret, Wittmann said to him while adjusting his throat communicator.

"Okay! Duke! Start the tank! I need electricity!" Wittmann's tank spewed a light smoke from behind, and the engine revved.

With the slight tremor of the tank, the Panther tank adjusted its combat status. Its thick gun barrel pointed in the direction of the enemy's attack, and at the same time, the battalion commander's order came from the headset.

"The 1st Company is ready to fight! The British tanks are heading towards you! Pay attention to the division of labor and do not repeat attacks!" Along with the interference of the current, the battalion commander's voice came through the earphones.

Soon, Wittmann reported what he was preparing to attack: "I've aimed at the first tank!"

"I'm the No. 2 car, I've already aimed at the second tank!" Another commander reported loudly in his earphones.

One after another, the German tanks were ready for battle in less than 20 seconds. The Panther tank is worthy of being the best tank in this era, and it can always make people do more with less when facing the enemy.

"It's really fast to learn!" Through the periscope, gunner Carl Wegner frowned at the stopped British tanks and sighed.

Half of Wittmann's body was still exposed outside the tank. He stuck out half of his body and saw the same picture with a telescope behind the machine gun shield.

About 5 British M2 tanks and 10 M3lee tanks drove out of the corner, but stopped not far from the corner.

Obviously, this unit is a reconnaissance unit of the British army. They have to detect whether the road is safe, and the main force will follow up or find another way.

Although inexperienced, the British Armored Forces also worked hard to sum up their own experience and lessons in battle. Now the British tank troops will have forward reconnaissance troops to avoid encountering German ambush.

Even if it is still very unprofessional, it is not as handy as the German armored reconnaissance unit, but it is always better than nothing. After all, this is a lesson learned by blood.

"Fire! If we let these tanks approach again, we will be discovered... The result is the same no matter what." Wittmann, as the commander of the 1st Company, gave his order.

"Boom!" Following his order, Carl Wegener fired the armor-piercing bullet in his cannon.

Soon, the other German tanks lying in ambush roared and fired deadly shells, destroying the poor Pathfinder pioneers.

The first M2 tank was easily penetrated by the armor-piercing projectile shot by Wittmann's car, and returned directly to the state of parts.

It's definitely not fun to be hit by a heavy 88mm cannon. This thing was still a ruthless guy running rampant in 1944, and it was naturally invincible in 1941.

The Allies simply did not have the heavy armor to stop such armor-piercing artillery, not even the M4 Sherman, which was still in the drawing stage.

While the leading M2 tank was destroyed, other British tanks were also destroyed. The new German tanks appeared in front of the 2nd Panzer Division for the first time, which really caused panic in the Panzer Division.

After the brief chaos, no tank got away with it. 15 British tanks of various types were paralyzed on the road, and thick smoke blocked the road and turns, and the situation in the distance could not be seen.

"They won't just be scared away by us, right?" Karl Wegener leaned on the scope and asked Wittmann, who was not far away, intently.

Without seeing new enemy tanks appearing, Wittmann didn't know if the other side would really just leave this vital road just like that.

When Wittmann hesitated there, the British did not hesitate at all. They knew that there were German tanks in front of them, so they were actively preparing for the plan to break through the German defense lines.

More than 40 tanks are unfolding at the turn, and these tanks will rush through the woods at the turn of the road in a while, and rush directly to the German army on the side of the road in an unfolded formation.

Soon, Wittmann realized that he had seriously underestimated the determination of the British army to break through. He saw the violent shaking of the branches in the binoculars, and then the tank smashed through the bushes, allowing it to rush out from behind the bushes.

"Armor-piercing bullets! Reload!" Carl Wegener saw the enemy tank rushing towards him from his sight, so he ordered Homan without reminding him from Wittmann.

Homan quickly pulled out an armor-piercing projectile, stuffed it into the gun chamber of the gun, and closed the breech block, leaving the entire tank gun ready to fire.

"Boom!" Without making Homan wait too long, Wegner fired the second shell, which directly penetrated the front armor of an M3lee tank, turning it into a pile of scrap iron.

Not far away, an M3lee tank was penetrated, and the explosion was paralyzed in the field. Its turret hangs to the side, looking as if its soul has been drained.

Without waiting too long for Wittmann, the British army was ready to fight back. Their tanks are not good, but there are such things as cannons.

The small-caliber field guns fired as if they didn't need money, and the shells fell around the German tanks, blowing up patches of dirt.

"Enemy artillery! Duke! Let the tanks start! Let's rush to the road!" Wittmann didn't want to sit still, he gave Duke the order to attack, ready to try his luck on the road.

The engine of the Panther tank roared immediately, more black smoke spewed out of the exhaust pipe at the rear, the track began to roll slowly, and the heavy body moved forward little by little.

As the speed increased, the sloping front armor pushed through the bushes that blocked the shape of the tank, and the modern design of the Leopard tank was fully revealed.

Slowly rushing up the **** of the roadbed, Wittmann's Panther tank bravely rushed onto the road under the continuous falling fire of the British army~www.wuxiaspot.com~.

There was also mud falling from the gaps in the tracks, and a shell fell not far from the left side of the Panther tank, splashing black mud.

Wittmann ignored it, leaned on the hatch of his tank, and squinted at the corner of the road that was obscured by thick smoke in the distance.

He suddenly had a hunch that if he drove to that corner, there would be unexpected gains.

The next second, he arbitrarily held down the throat communicator, and loudly issued an offensive command to Duke: "Duke! Speed ​​up and drive over! Near the corner, let's look behind the burning British tanks. one look!"

On the other side of the road embankment, most of the British tanks that had just rushed out were destroyed, and the remaining tanks were constantly retreating, trying to return to their positions before departure.

All the tanks that were left were smoking, burning and exploding constantly, and the whole field was the same scene, looking extremely tragic. ——

There will be an update in a while, and it will be served after twelve o'clock. Everyone can't wait to watch it tomorrow morning.